"Third Brother!!!"
"Xiao San!!!"
Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, and the others let out heart-wrenching wails of grief. Watching their best friend meet such a tragic end, they were instantly drowned in boundless rage and despair.
Just as the chaos and sorrow reached their peak—
"Shh!"
An unparalleled, sharp sword aura suddenly descended from the sky, precisely slicing through the skeletons entangled around Ning Rongrong.
The next moment, a gray figure darted like lightning. It was the Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had come searching for Ning Rongrong.
He had been lurking nearby for a long time, but the divine power of the parallel world's Xiao Wu made him dare not act rashly.
Only when Xiao Wu paused briefly due to absorbing her alternate self and killing Tang San did he seize this fleeting opportunity.
Chen Xin snatched the stunned Ning Rongrong, showing no intention of fighting. His body and sword merged into one, turning into a stream of light ready to escape into the distance.
"Grandpa Sword, save everyone! Save Oscar and Fatty, please!"
Ning Rongrong recovered from the shock and the impact of Tang San's death, crying out anxiously, desperately clutching Chen Xin's sleeve.
A trace of helplessness flashed across Chen Xin's face, but his speed did not decrease. Instead, he gently chopped the back of Ning Rongrong's neck with a hand-knife, knocking her unconscious.
"Rongrong, I'm sorry... Grandpa... can't save all of them."
He muttered under his breath, his expression resolute. His speed increased again, and he instantly vanished into the vast night.
He knew that once he was tangled up with those several menacing Bone Dragons, neither he nor Rongrong would escape when that Divine Xiao Wu regained her senses.
Saving one person was his limit.
Chen Xin's sudden appearance and withdrawal did not trigger a pursuit from Huo Yuhao.
He merely gave a cold glance at the disappearing sword light, paying it no mind.
A Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda auxiliary Soul Master no longer posed a threat in his eyes.
At this moment, the pain and sorrow caused by the parallel world's Xiao Wu personally killing Tang San gradually subsided under the soothing influence of Huo Yuhao's spiritual power.
The turbulence in her eyes disappeared, and she returned to the divine indifference and calmness of a deity.
Seeing Xiao Wu return to normal, Huo Yuhao turned his cold gaze back to the remaining members of Shrek.
"Clear them out."
He ordered plainly, pronouncing the final death sentence.
The Undead Army roared again, surging toward Yu Xiaogang and the others like a tide of death.
Dai Mubai was covered in blood, his White Tiger Barrier long shattered. He shielded Zhu Zhuqing, looked at the surrounding Undead Knights, and gave a mournful smile: "Zhuqing... it seems we will die together today."
Zhu Zhuqing's cold face revealed a faint but gentle smile. She actively gripped his bloodstained hand:
"Mubai, no regrets in this life."
The next second, both of them erupted with their final Soul Power, charging into the flood of Undead. They were finally overwhelmed by countless blades and bone claws, falling down embraced, never to be separated even in death.
Ma Hongjun watched Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing fall in battle, and saw the unconscious Ning Rongrong being taken away. His Phoenix flames flickered on and off; he was at his limit.
He looked at the rushing zombies, a flash of madness in his eyes.
"You sons of bitches, I'll fight you to the death! Phoenix—Heavenly Howling Strike!!"
He squeezed out his last sliver of Soul Power, transforming into a burning fire phoenix that plunged into the enemy crowd, triggering a fierce explosion that took out a swath of the Undead. He, too, completely dissipated in the flames.
Oscar watched his companions die one after another, tears mixing with blood as they streamed down his face.
He futilely brandished his dagger, only to be pierced from behind by the spear of a skeletal soldier. As he fell, he was still tightly clutching an unfinished sausage in his hand.
Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong stood back-to-back, their Soul Power long depleted.
"Erlong, Xiaogang... I failed to protect the Academy, failed to protect the children..."
Flender's glasses were shattered, his face covered in blood and remorse.
Liu Erlong tightly gripped Yu Xiaogang's arm, looking at the encroaching Undead. Her eyes held no fear, only unwillingness and deep exhaustion:
"Boss Flender, it's not your fault... At least, our Golden Iron Triangle is together at the end."
Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept across the blood-soaked battlefield, watching the loss of those young lives. His eyes held an unyielding sorrow and despair. He finally let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes: "It's over..."
The Undead overwhelmed their final figures.
When Yu Xiaogang's figure fell in the tide of Undead, the roaring in the valley gradually subsided, leaving only the faint sounds of the Undead creatures' bones rubbing together and the mournful wails of wisps of ghosts.
The heavy smell of blood was almost tangible, indicating how tragic everything that had just happened was.
Bei Bei stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling slightly.
He had witnessed with his own eyes the fall of Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong—his ancestors by bloodline—as well as Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, names that shone brightly in historical records, one by one perishing before the Undead Army.
Especially the sorrowful and despairing look in Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he fell, was like a cold needle piercing deep into his heart.
Pain and remorse surged like a tide, assaulting his sanity, making him feel almost suffocated.
He had stood by and watched this massacre for Tang Ya.
Just then, a skeletal warrior, clad in tattered armor with its soul fire burning calmly in its eye sockets, silently walked toward him, stepping on the blood-soaked earth.
In its pale bone hand, it held an item—a bone that was entirely crystalline blue-gold, elegantly shaped, and radiating a rich life force and the fresh fragrance of plants. It was precisely the Soul Bone that remained after Tang San's body exploded—the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone.
The skeletal warrior presented the Soul Bone to Bei Bei. Its movements were stiff but carried a strange reverence.
Bei Bei's gaze was instantly fixed on the Soul Bone.
All the pain, all the remorse, all the guilt, at this moment, seemed like snow meeting the blazing sun, beginning to quickly melt and dissipate.
His breathing became ragged, his eyes seeing only the alluring glow of the bone.
"Xiaoya... Xiaoya is saved..."
He mumbled, his voice trembling, filled with an uncontrollable excitement and desire.
He almost snatched the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone from the skeleton's hand.
The Soul Bone was warm to the touch. The pure and immense life energy slightly calmed his tumultuous aura, which was disturbed by excitement and previous emotional fluctuations.
He could feel that the power contained within this Soul Bone was absolutely capable of cleansing Tang Ya's body and martial soul, which had been corrupted by evil poison, and rebuilding her foundation.
Hope, like a lighthouse in the darkness, dispersed all the gloom in his heart.
What was a little regret and self-reproach compared to saving Xiaoya?
History was history after all. The dead are gone, but the living, he absolutely must protect.
For this goal, even if his hands were stained with blood, even if he bore eternal infamy, he would not hesitate.
He tightly grasped the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone, as if clutching Tang Ya's lifeline. The struggle and pain on his face were completely replaced by a near-fanatical determination to achieve his goal at any cost.
Huo Yuhao, who had been quietly observing from the side, took in all of Bei Bei's emotional changes.
When he saw Bei Bei finally gripping the Soul Bone tightly, with no confusion remaining in his eyes, only the resolute determination to stop at nothing to achieve his goal, a profound smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.
Very good.
His Senior Brother, Bei Bei, had finally completely severed that unnecessary indecision and moral restraint, crossing the boundary from which there was no return.
From now on, they were truly walking the same path.
For the sake of those they cared about, they could become Asuras, slaughtering all living beings, including... their own past.
Huo Yuhao slowly walked to Bei Bei's side, his gaze sweeping over the magnificent Soul Bone in his hand. His voice was calm but carried a trace of imperceptible satisfaction: "Senior Brother, with this, Teacher Xiaoya will surely be restored to health."
Bei Bei raised his head to look at Huo Yuhao. His expression was complicated, but he finally nodded heavily: "Mhm."
One word was enough to confirm his stance and his choice.
Huo Yuhao's smile deepened slightly.
He knew that from this moment on, Bei Bei could never turn back, and... he didn't need to.
They would both walk side by side on this road full of thorns and darkness until the very end.
Huo Yuhao and Bei Bei were about to retreat from this bloody place with the unconscious Tang Ya and the silently standing Jing Yuan, when the lingering death aura in the air was abruptly ripped apart by an even more terrifying, malevolent, and vicious divine power.
"Tear—!"
Space was forcefully torn open like tattered cloth. An exquisitely beautiful yet ferocious figure stepped out. The purple-black Rakshasa divine power surged out like a tangible tide, crushing the low-level Undead creatures into shivering submission, their soul fires flickering.
It was the Empress of the Spirit Empire—Bibi Dong.
Her pair of demonic purple eyes instantly locked onto the two corpses tightly embracing on the ground—Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The coldness and murderous intent on Bibi Dong's face suddenly stiffened. She stared blankly at Yu Xiaogang's lifeless face, which seemed to hold both relief and regret, and at Liu Erlong's arm, which was still tightly clutching him even in death.
An indescribable emotion—a mixture of agonizing pain, emptiness, and furious rage—erupted like a volcano in her heart.
"Was... it you... who killed them?"
Bibi Dong's voice seemed to come from the deepest reaches of the Nine Hells, icy and bone-chilling. Every word contained a murderous intent capable of freezing the soul.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes completely consumed by madness and destruction, fiercely locking onto the only living group at the scene—Huo Yuhao, Bei Bei, and the Xiao Wu and Jing Yuan beside them.
Huo Yuhao's heart sank sharply. He had absolutely not anticipated that Bibi Dong would personally pursue them here, nor that her reaction would be so violent.
He forced himself to remain calm and slightly bowed: "Respected Empress, Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and the others were enemies of the Spirit Empire. Our action was to eliminate a threat for the Empire. We hold no malice towards the Spirit Empire or Your Majesty."
He attempted to explain, hoping to appease the wrath of the Rakshasa God.
However, these words, when heard by Bibi Dong, became only a mockery and a provocation.
"Who... gave you the right to kill him?!"
Bibi Dong's voice abruptly rose, carrying hysterical madness.
"Even if he were to die... only I can kill him! What... are you, to be worthy of touching him?!"
Her twisted love and hatred were fully exposed at this moment.
She could hate Yu Xiaogang, torment him, and even kill him herself, but she would never permit anyone else to do so.
Especially upon seeing the corpses of Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong locked in a tight embrace, that rage completely drowned her sanity.
"You all... shall be buried with him."
Before her voice faded, a purple light flashed in Bibi Dong's hand, and the Rakshasa Scythe, shrouded in endless resentment and evil aura, was already in her grasp.
She didn't even use complicated Soul Skills, merely swung it casually, imbued with boundless fury and divine power.
A purple-black scythe-blade light, spanning the heavens and earth, carrying a soul-piercing shriek and destroying all matter in its path, slashed down toward Huo Yuhao and the others.
Divine power like a prison!
Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted sharply. He felt a sudden burst of speechlessness and confusion.
This was completely different from what he had expected. Weren't Tang San and the others mortal enemies of the Spirit Empire?
He had helped the Spirit Empire eliminate a major threat. Why did it provoke such immense killing intent from Bibi Dong instead?
How exactly was this woman's mind wired?!
Questions aside, the genuine, lethal, terrifying murderous intent was undeniable.
Just as Huo Yuhao prepared to open the Undead Demigod Plane to summon stronger Undead, and Bei Bei paled while shielding Tang Ya—
Xiao Wu, who had been standing silently beside Huo Yuhao, moved.
As a deity, her reaction speed far surpassed that of mortals.
The pink figure instantly moved to block the front. Facing the Rakshasa blade light that could slice mountains, a look of solemnity flashed in her eyes, but no fear.
Her slender, jade-like leg was wrapped in dense divine power, appearing like blue crystal. With a force that could shatter stars, she fiercely kicked upwards.
"Boom—!!!"
The blue divine power clashed violently with the purple-black Rakshasa divine power.
There were no fancy techniques; this was the purest collision of divine powers.
The terrifying explosion was deafening. A destructive energy shockwave burst from the center of the collision, spreading out wildly like a tsunami.
The ground cracked inch by inch. The surrounding trees and rocks disintegrated into powder the moment they touched the shockwave. Even the Undead creatures that failed to dodge were instantly cleared from the area. The entire site was ravaged, instantly becoming a scene of devastation as if struck by a meteor.
Xiao Wu's figure trembled slightly in the air before she landed steadily, her gaze coldly fixed on Bibi Dong.
She had just absorbed her alternate self's power and was in a period of ascent, yet she dared not be careless in the face of a true deity's enraged attack.
On the other side, Jing Yuan had, at some unknown point, taken out his simple, ancient array blade.
He did not burst out with earth-shattering aura, but golden lightning gently coiled and danced around him like docile dragons, emitting low crackling sounds.
His eyes calmly watched the seemingly insane Bibi Dong, carrying a hint of contemplation.
'This Rakshasa God... is in a very unstable state,' Jing Yuan mused inwardly.
Although Bibi Dong had only recently inherited the divine throne and was far from having the divine power accumulation and control expected of a Rank 1 God, the boost from the divine throne meant her explosive combat power already closely rivaled that of a Rank 2 God in the Divine Realm.
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